I can't look back, white linoleum,
I've got these needles in my skin, I can feel it coursing
Running through my veins and it burns
One more dose of medicine, another to the hearse.

Now you gotta tell me what to do.
Because I've made up my mind that I am over you.
I got my hospital gown draggin' the floor
The IV in my neck is all I'm living for.
Just another dose of drugs to kick the pain
Just another dose of drugs to send it all away.

Baby, tell me that the fates, they aren't so cruel
To leave me inside these walls where the dead will rule
If you go, you might just turn back much too late.
I'll be hanging from the ceiling
Choking on the tongue that sealed my fate.

It's too late to turn back, we got a smoking gun

So keep running away baby, oh that's all you've ever known
I'll be hanging from the rafters if I just can't let you go.
I never been a strong one, and you never followed suit.
So run away darling, if that's all you know how to do.

If I could feel this way
I'd feel this way forever towards you
If I could make my mouth just match my heart
I'd take you over.
Make my name on your lips
The word you're speaking
When you're dreaming.
But I'm not quite the poet
I need to be to make you love me.

I make excuses for myself because I know I'll never be
Exactly what I wanted to be, which is more than I am now
But yet still less than you're deserving.
I fall short of the protagonist
The hero of your comic book
The never-ending heart.

If I could stop the rain
I'd stop these tears from falling on you.
If I was younger now
I'd be the boy who always loves you.
But I can't work the magic needed
To reverse the things I need
To make sure that your whole life
Wasn't full of hurt and constant grief

I pull excuses from the bottom of my barrel of tricks
My smoke and mirrors faded long before the final scene.
I disappoint more than I should, but I swear that I do try
I'm just not sure I'll ever be the catch that you deserve and
I am sorry, please forgive me.
But I swear that I'll fucking try.

There was a venom in my mouth,
yes, there was heartache in these lungs
When I cursed your house the plagues
That originate from my tongue
I was a beast of many colors
Like a jackal in my head
I regret the voice of darkness
That spewed forth from 'neath my chest

And it's just another mistake on the list of things I never do right
An epiphany that makes the scars return and then I'm lost

Then I flooded what was once my rotten head
With a goodness that I felt
I was on the edge of breaking
Before it pulled me back to health
The sweet rhythms in my ears
Yes, the noises heard so clear
That replaced my venom with soil
Where flowers grow their children

And its just not like me to do this, I make no emotions for myself
But I learn that sometimes things cannot be placed back on a shelf
Encircled by a need that I
I really like to cry too.

The windows of your open soul are no longer for us to see through
You sprayed them with black paint to keep anyone from really seeing you
Stop cutting out your tongue, one of these days it just won't grow back
and you'll never speak another word or sing to me again.

The microphone explodes as you spew your explanations
Not a disease, it's a cure, for the ragged infatuations
Stop cutting out your tongue, we need to hear you speak
In the end of the earth, I want you singing song to me.